Author: Moriah Hayes

Carta de sentimientos

This is a short writing assignment from my escritura (writing) course in Ecuador.   Para mí, es un placer conocer a tantos estudiantes de intercambio aquí en el Ecuador. Mis compañeros de la USFQ son de muchos estados diferentes, y todos tienen perspectivas y experiencias intrigantes. Son interesantes, amables, y aventureros, y por eso me importa un bledo que no… Read more →

Un recuerdo

Short writing assignment from my gramática (grammar) course in Ecuador.   Cuando pienso en Ecuador, pienso en mi rutina diaria. Me despertaba cada mañana con un plato de pan y frutas que fueron cortadas con mucho cariño. Mi madre anfitriona normalmente me preguntaba sobre mi día, pero no me gustaba hablar, así que mis respuestas eran breves. Entonces comenzaba a… Read more →

El helado

A short writing assignment from my escritura course in Ecuador.   Bajo del bus después de un día muy largo. Las piernas me duelen, y aunque tengo un cono grande de helado en mi mano, estoy triste. Veo a alguien con volantes y me ofrece uno. Lo tomo sin sonreír, y sigo caminando unos minutos más. De repente, me estoy… Read more →

Leaping off the Bus

Wednesday, November 9, 2016 – 9:18 A.M. I went to rapolombia. In order to save money (plane tickets would have been $450+) we (Michael, David, and I) bussed all the way to the coast of Colombia, to a city called Cartagena. But let me rewind to the beginning. Michael and I began planning this very on-a-whim trip with our friend Burge and… Read more →

Midway Through

Saturday, October 8, 2016 – 5:24 P.M. I haven’t journaled in a while because I’ve been traveling every weekend (the beach, Cuenca), so I have some more to say. Basically I’m in a state of limbo right now with my life. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m doing, what I want, how I can make a positive impact… Read more →

Before Departure

I’m going to allocate two posts for each of the three segments of my semester study abroad experience. Two for before/the beginning, two for the middle, and two for the end. Here is the first. Thursday, August 11, 2016 – 5:03 P.M. I’m sitting at my kitchen table, and I hear my mom’s car pull into the garage. Her door… Read more →

intense realities

I’ve been feeling resentful towards having to post about my time abroad, and for a while I didn’t realize why. But now I do. It’s because this experience has been more taxing and stressful than I ever imagined, for reasons that still leave me dumbfounded. Telling people about these issues and even writing about them feels taboo, because I should be… Read more →

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